"Hell! This damn road! "The sand knife carried his two-handed sword and cursed in his mouth, walking in the passage full of crystals." How come it goes endlessly, and there is not even a ghost! ”

If his complaint was heard by Etholie, she would have slapped him hard. This guy's luck is really good, the right path that Esselly and the others couldn't find for a long time, the sand knife actually went right without any effort.

At this time, he walked forward curiously in the direction of the purple crystal.

Along the way, the sand knife only occasionally encountered some plants and vines that had just become aggressive, and he easily dealt with him with a two-handed sword.

"Hey...... I thought it would be a fun adventure for me to brag about when I went to Orgrimmar. I didn't expect that it was so boring that I wasted time walking. The sand knife, who didn't find any excitement at all, complained again: "It's not that there are all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, fine wines and delicacies, mountains of rare treasures, and noble and charming elemental princesses...... It's all a lie! ”

Just as he was chattering and whining in his heart, there was a strange laugh from ahead.

The sand knife came to the spirit in an instant. He leaned close to the wall, carefully stepping forward against the shadows.

A group of demonic imps were surrounding the three Sartres, who didn't know what they were laughing at at a shrill voice, looking extremely excited. The three Sartres were clearly led by the one in the middle holding a scepter.

"Velitarn, you can do it!" Sartre, who had a dark blue complexion, spoke sourly.

"Hmph...... That's," Velitar laughed aloud, smacking his long eyebrows with a smug hand. "I think the Guardians of the Jungle have a lot of wood in their heads. I really didn't expect that after so many years, they still haven't changed at all, and they are still so gullible, and the simplicity makes me feel that it is too unchallenging. You see! Isn't that in my hands? ”

"It's also Velitarn, you are bold enough, even if we know that they are easy to deceive, we don't dare to approach them to attack." Another reddish Sartre touted him.

"That's it! It's not that I said, you are just too timid! Behold, the scepter of Serebras. Hahaha......"

As Velitar triumphantly flaunted the scepter of Serebras in his hand, the first Sartre poured cold water on him.

"It's just pretty, and if you don't know how to use it, it's not a waste. And according to me. Don't say that any of us are cowardly. Everyone is hiding in this ghost place where there is no light of day, who can be stronger than whom! The really daring ones are alive and well in Sagron right now. ”

His words made Velitarn's face sink.

"So, you're trying to pay the bill!" His hairy hooves shaped like a goat stepped forward, and he pointed his scepter at Blue Sartre's nose menacingly. "Although I didn't mean to be the boss, I proposed when those forest elf fools entered Maladon - whoever gets this scepter will be the next hundred years boss, but it's not me!"

Blue Sartre turned his head a little weakly, and shouted at the red Sartre with a bluff: "I didn't agree when you proposed it at that time, why is it my account now?" ”

Red Sartre smiled wickedly and spread his hands. "But you didn't object at the time! Actually...... I knew for a long time that Velitar was the strongest of us. In my mind, I have long assumed that he is my boss. What, you don't seem to understand? ”

"You!" Although he knew that Sartre himself was such a character, the brazenness and rudder of the red Sartre still made the blue Sartre angry. At that time, it may also be because Red Sartre's statement will undoubtedly win more benefits for himself. But in the end, he decided that the hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, so he took a breath first: "Okay! Velitarn, hello! ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome!" With an expression of pleasure on his face, Velitar tapped his hand lightly with his cane. "Those who know the times are Junjie. Everybody is smart Sartre. You say, "Why be upset?" ”

"With this scepter in your hand, aren't you afraid that the Council of Cenarion will come to you in trouble? Don't bother us then! Blue Sartre still couldn't help but stab him again.

"Cut, I'm afraid of their bunch of nerds? Dumb people like the Guardians of the Jungle, I don't care if there are a few more groups. Velitar snorted to the ground, "This scepter was given to the demigod Cenarius to hold it. Even Princess Maradon has to shy away from me! When the time comes, I will not only be the king of this Maladon. I'm going to go back to Sagron and show the cocky guys out there! You say I won't use it? I'm going to show you the power of this thing! ”

Velitar waved his hands and pronounced a long syllable. With his spell scepter emitted a burst of silvery light, like moonlight in the darkness.

"Go!" Velitar waved his scepter. The silver light burst through the air like a sharp arrow, and slammed into the stone wall behind the opposite side of the sandknife's hideout.

When the smoke cleared, I saw a deep pit about two meters in diameter being knocked out of the stone wall.

With the exception of the triumphant Velitarn, everyone else was stunned by the devastating effect.

Maradon is unlike any other place in that it is the territory of the Princess of the Stone Elementals. In other words, the stone element is the strongest element here. And to be able to strike such an effect on the stone wall here, you can imagine what an amazing effect it will be in other places and on other people's bodies!

Shadao looked at the giant pit and unconsciously licked his parched lips.

What a good thing!

Anyway, he heard it too, this thing was deceived by this group of Sartre who didn't do good deeds from others. Then he robbed it, and it was just black eating black. If you snatch it and give it to Ethori's stupid chick to show off, hehe......

It's just that this thing is too powerful, and it's not fun to get hit in case you get hit! And he is only alone, and the other party has several imps in addition to three satres. But if you miss it......

Shadao's heart has some gains and losses.

"The power is good!" Just as he hesitated, Blue Sartre spoke again, "But don't think I don't know, after living for so many years, I still have this bit of knowledge." The source of power on this scepter is no longer there, how long will it take for you to recharge after this one? ”

His words made Shadao's eyes light up. In this way, wouldn't the scepter be no threat to him in a short time?

"You don't have to worry about that." Velitar sneered. "You think I'm going to guard against you? Only I know where that magic diamond is now. What do you think? You can choose, continue to fool around here or follow me to Saglon for a spicy meal! ”

Blue Sartre's face was still a little hesitant, but his steps unconsciously took a few steps closer to Velitarn, as if he wanted to say something more to gain more benefits for himself.

And the sand knife no longer hesitated, he decided to fight!

"Let's bring it to Uncle Ben!"

"What people!" When Vitalinum exclaimed, the sand knife had already jumped directly in front of him, picked up the great sword and slashed at him.

In a panic, Veligarn easily pulled his equally unsuspecting companion in front of him. Before Blue Sartre could react, he was split in half by a sand knife.

The demon's blood splattered into the sky.

If he hadn't moved fast enough, he would have ended up like this. Looking at this bloody scene that he hadn't seen for a long time, Velitar was so frightened that he even forgot to escape.

"Imps! Kill him! Seeing that the situation was not good, Red Sartre shouted loudly, but his steps quickly moved backwards to escape.

The little ghosts heard his order in a panic and couldn't help but subconsciously do as he was told. A rapid and dense burst of flaming arrows struck the sandknife's body one after another.

"Bloodthirsty!" A flash of red light flashed under the eyes of the sand knife, and he opened his arms and roared, and a flash of red light from his body covered his body, extinguishing those faint flames.

"Want to run?" His red eyes locked on the panicked Sartre, and he rushed in front of him with an arrow step.

And his hands clenched the two-handed sword, and the green tendons of his arms burst out, and the weapon in his hand was rounded, turning into a whirlwind that swept all the enemies around him. Under the power of the huge two-handed sword, the little ghost's fragile ** was crushed in an instant like minced meat in a meat grinder.

Although Red Sartre is a little stronger than the imp, he is also screaming again and again.

At this time, the sand knife was already red-eyed. "Die!"

The huge two-handed sword made a final arc with all its might.

Red Sartre's head fell to the ground, and he rolled to the feet of Velitarn, staring at him with staring blank eyes.

The Sartyrs had no natural enemies in Maladon, and had been hiding for many years, and Velitarn had not seen such a bloody scene for a long, long time.

Rao is scheming, at this time he is also weak, and even the strength to escape has been lost.

"Now, you're all there to do!" Sandknife looked back and smirked. He licked his lips, grinning with excitement, dragged his two-handed sword towards Velitarn, and step by step, like a god of death, came to Velitarn.

Just as he walked up to Velitarn, his sword raised in both hands, ready to slash. The scheming Velitar finally had a flash of inspiration and thought of a solution.

"Wait!" He raised his hands and shouted. "There are no magic diamonds on this scepter! It's just me ......."

Thanks to his timely call, the sword of the sand knife stopped at his throat. A second later, he would have been spattered on the spot.

"Oh?" Sandknife seemed to have regained some sanity. He remembered what he had overheard, what Velritan had said, which should be true. Thinking of this, he half-crouched down, the two-handed sword in his hand still pressed against Velitarn's throat. "Tell me, maybe I can consider sparing you from dying!"